Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Period Drama

Authors note - just like last week I found myself in conversation with another writer, Lord Raven, about genres and smut in general. We got onto this topic and simultaneously wrote stories about the same theme. I hope you like both stories. George, by Lord Raven

I never sleep well when my period is due. I get all hot and
bothered and horny as a bitch in heat. Sex plagues my every thought, my every
waking moment; every comment I hear has a sexual connotation, a double
entendre. I feel like an addict whose craving cannot be sated, the yearning
driving me forward. I knew that this bubble would burst, as soon as my period
came I would feel this tension released.

Not really believing that I would get a decent night's sleep
tonight I climbed into bed with that familiar aching and heavy feeling in my
pelvis. Slipping under the cool duvet that would soon warm and envelop me, I
watched the orange puddled light seep through the curtains as sleep tickled my
mind and seduced me into slumber.

Gasping for breath I woke with a start. Nothing was over my
face to prevent my breathing but my body was arched and needy. Fuddled with
sleep I was unable to gain my bearings. Piecing together the evidence my senses
could confirm, I knew that I was in bed, I knew that it was still night but
uncertain as to what time it was, I knew that I was ok and that there was no
reason that I could recall for waking. I also knew that I was horny, that there
was a desperate ache between my legs. I was warm and wet and slippery with
desire. The need to be touched was going to break my mind if I didn't find
release soon.

Drawing my knees up I parted my legs in the hope that the
air would cool my aching cunt. I exhaled but as I did I felt my breath on my
own wetness. Confused I breathed in again, once more I felt my own exhalation
on my sodden lips. Sitting up with a jerk I realised that I was not alone.
Someone was in bed with me, mirroring my breathing, they understood my need to
complete, the need to orgasm, they knew the sexual capsule I was in, a prison I
needed breaking out from. My heart leapt catching a ride on the adrenaline wave
and was now surging through me. My eyes adjusting to the ambient light I saw
his head at the bottom of the bed. his eyes were twinkly and lustful. I had
never experienced someone drinking me in but now I knew what it meant. This
man, this stranger was devouring with me his eyes. I knew that I was wanted,
lusted after, needed, desired. However, this was more. This man was going to
take me and inhale my very core.

I felt some fear but it was laced with a thrill that excited
me. I didn't know this man but I felt the yearning to be with him. I ached to
feel his touch on me and in me. He would be the one to free me from this
monthly horn.

Delving his head between my legs he gave me a long,
luxurious lick. It was cold. Not cool, like he had been drinking an iced drink
but cold, like glass; smooth and calming but unnerving. He licked me in a
leisurely, almost off hand manner. He would be taking me at his speed and for
some reason I felt myself relax, unfurling like a fern, unwinding under his
ministrations. Licking and nibbling he excited me, bringing me to the boil
expertly. He forced my sluttish knees apart so he could delve deeper and plunge
my folds more forcefully. I cried out in pleasure at his tongue rolling over my
clit, the delicious urgency building slowly within me.

I felt his tongue go deeper, it was longer than any other
man that I had previously had. It was venturing deeper, exploring my slick
insides, cleaning them, servicing them. No, those were not the right words. He
was delving and probing. No, still too mild. He was exploring,
violating...defiling me. He was taking my sex and using it. No consent; just
snatching what he wanted. And it felt divine!

Raising my head I saw his teeth glinting in the light from
the street lamps. He raised his eyes to meet mine and then I noticed that there
is something wrong with his teeth, they are filed and pointed, vampyric in
their appearance. Fear rushed through me. I have often read vampire books,
trashy ones, good ones, sexy ones but seeing one in the flesh, so to speak, was
truly terrifying. A coldness gripped my heart as my body refused to react.
There was a scream that clogged my throat, lodging in it like a half swallowed
lozenge, painful but unable to dislodge. Gulping for air I felt suffocated,
unable to suck enough oxygen into me.

He smiled. His wicked smile, verging on evil. Terrifying but
made worse by my treacherous cunt's yearning for him. The juxtaposition of emotions,
the turmoil. It made no sense but there it was, my red slick desire for him.

Taking a deep breath he bit down onto my sex causing me to
arch and scream in delicious agony. The pain was excruciating and jagged. I
felt my slit becoming flooded and warm. Hearing him slurping and sucking voraciously at me. I peered down,
his face was covered in my blood. Licking and sucking my sexual blood out of me,
slurping my lust and life out of me. Despite all of this, or indeed because of
all of this, I felt my orgasm looming, impending, exploding.

There it was, forcing itself through my body and out into
his mouth. Wave after wave of sexual release. My senses tingled and thrummed.
He played me until I sung, screaming in defiant ecstasy. My once broken vocal
chords finding their home once more and releasing my passion.

I woke screaming and covered in sweat. Panting as though I
had run a marathon and feeling bone weary I looked about me. Everything seemed
normal. Where was the vampire? Where was the demon who was making me
ecstatically immortal? Vanished into thin air. I flopped back onto my cold,
sodden pillows, breathing hard. I felt good, elated, satisfied. Whoever he was,
whatever he had done, I felt better, complete, whole once more. Reaching for my
throat my skin coated with salty sweat, I felt my pulse. Good and strong. I
lowered my hands to discover what damage he had done and felt the warm
mushyness of my post orgasmic bliss. I was slick and wet and it felt tacky.
Withdrawing my hands I flicked the light on and saw the sticky redness of
blood. It took a moment for my internal perspective to click into place.
Flinging back the cover I noticed that I had come on during the night, my dream
vampire had burst my sexual bubble, released my tension.

Allowing the excitement of my mind to calm down for a moment
before I got up and changed the sheets and cleaned myself up I said a little
prayer of thank you to him. I needed the release and I got it in the most
peculiar way.

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10 comments:

mumm a delicious write in the decadent land of dark smoldering desires. I can imagine this whole scene and love every moment. An awesome write indeed...now for a cold shower to wash off this blood... ;)

This is a fantastic write-up Rachel, I loved it! Deep down I know it's something I would like, never really had someone tell me they get as horny as I do when on my period glad I'm not alone :-) Thumbs up! :-)

Once again, love how I read two with the same theme. And I get so horny on my period, luckily my husband doesn't care (wouldn't have married him if he did) for sex (not oral, but I'm okay with that). To wake into an amazing orgasmic fantasy sounds delicious.

Nice to know I am not the only one who is hornier than a 3 peckered billy goat right before my period. Although mine can sometimes extend a few days past it starting as well. Why people view sex on a period wrong is beyond me. I can tell you it is amazing, high powered and a wonder cure for cramps and bloating.. and I would definitely not turn your creature of the night away either. Hot, sexy and evilly delicious